From the recording North 93
Lyrics
Driving north on the I-93,
a river of headlights streaming away from me.
Your rack on the roof has been screaming for weeks,
but you don’t say a word and play drums with your feet.
Cut out the lights see the sky in reverse.
Stick figures hold hands at the edge of the earth.
Chorus:
We slept on our clothes under the evergreens.
We’ve done nothing wrong, yet waking so awkwardly.
We slept on our clothes under the evergreens.
We’ve done nothing wrong, yet waking so awkwardly.
In the picture your sister is laughing out loud,
as your dad pulled the sled and you danced around.
First snow in a town a few exits from mine,
but the story it told we both knew was a lie.
Yes, I want into the outside,
to lay in lakes and shed all that I’m hiding from.
Chorus:
We slept on our clothes under the evergreens.
We’ve done nothing wrong, yet waking so awkwardly.
We slept on our clothes under the evergreens.
We’ve done nothing wrong, yet waking so awkwardly.
Do you still think? ya you still think the moon is following you.
When are you coming home to New Hampshire?
When will you be driving the North 93?
And if your so determined, I’ll be laying in lakes this year till they freeze.